Your voice saying
What do you want? I don’t know what you want, I can’t be what you want
Tearing your hair, scratching your arms, punching a
heart-shaped hole in my wall

And I stand there, sobbing
Like the eight-year-old I suddenly am again watching my sister
throw dishes at my mother
I said, I will never, never be like her

And under the thick sounds I am making
Like fifteen holes knocked into fifteen walls
I am saying, I will never, never leave you

And you are saying, I will never change
But
There is a hole in my wall now
An opening that wasn’t there before

And finally I am hearing
Please, please love me for who I am

And so, I say again
Fifteen times

I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, , I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
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Karen Bovenmyer holds an MFA in Creative Writing: Popular Fiction from the University of Southern Maine. She teaches and mentors students at Iowa State University.